The rain was pouring heavily onto the muddy ground and the wind blew violently through naked trees. Behind the old glorious castle a gash of lightning soared to the ground from heavy clouds.
Walking towards the castle, battling the weather, you sheltered yourself using your robe , and you came to the old building with nothing but a question.
You took out your wand and caused the golden doors to swing open before you.
In a hurry a professor ran towards the entrance, but calmed when seeing who had entered the grounds.

"Y/N it's past pupils bed time where have you been, if your father-" a bored voice warned
"Enough with the chit chat Severus it doesn't suit you" You poised, Severus was taken aback but now your neck was open wide, begging for a fist around it, but you had already been choking on your pride.
"Your father is the head master of this school, the highest authority but don't think that scared me from punishing you and your house mates for this behaviour, turning up to this castle at midnight when you should be in your bed, it's outrageous" Severus ranted
"He may be headmaster Sevy, but they want to make me their queen" you taunted, then brushed passed him heading towards your fathers office. "Chocolate frogs" you announced to the golden statue holding itself high outside your fathers door.

You've spent years being compared to you're father, being told you weren't good enough by the media, you were sick of all the noise. You remember the first time your face was plastered over every wizard magazine and newspaper, and you remember all the flashing lights that surrounded you after your first year of Hogwarts, every article was completely amazed by how the all amazing Gryffindor sorcerer could be the father of the Slytherin who has not yet done anything worth noting.

You got to his office, one you were so familiar with and there he was. Your old man sitting on the throne, looking up from his parchment through half moon glasses.

"How are you y/n, have you came with some news?" Albus Dumbldore spoke to you in a soft voice
"Well it sure was news to me, father" you snapped
"No need to be so mean" he replied untucking the chair from the opposite side of his desk with a flick of his wand "sit" he insisted
"I'd rather not" you said sharply
"Very well" he nodded understandingly.

You walked around the room gracing your fingers over antique artefacts. "So when were you going to tell me that I was not the blood of wonderful Albus Dumbldore, but the blood of another dark and cruel wizard".
For the first time, you saw his face have slight panic on it "I have no idea what you're talking about" the Professor brushed off
"Grindewald!" You yelled angrily slamming your deathly hallows necklace against the desk causing it to make a loud slam
"Will you keep your pretty little mouth shut!" He snapped and you were taking aback by this anger. At that point you knew if you were to try and break these walls down you were going to get bruised, and there's no use crying about it.
"You have no proof" he calmed himself and put his face in his hands
"The Forrest told me, the most knowledgeable and most respected creatures told me, they gave me this necklace and said that my father wanted me to follow his path, to find all hollows and you were keeping me away from that path. Oh how it makes sense! Being powerful but never as much as you, being in Slytherin, and my constant wishes for knowing more about dark magic, and curiosity of those treasures".
Dumbldore sighed, but finally looked up "he was my best friend, he was more than that... he was my world, though I hate to admit it, he let me out of the prison I set around my abilities and guided me. However, he was taking me towards a twisted, damp, dark path while I wanted to go down the route where the sunshine was able to shine down on your face and dandelions grew" Albus explained, once again never saying it how it truly was
"Who is my mother then" I quietly asked, sitting on the chair that had been offered previously
"Amber, a woman with amazing powers and a dark souls just like my deer Grindewald, he fell for her so quickly, she went with us on our journeys to find the deathly hallows. Merlin was I jealous of her, he beyond loved her, he had the same feelings for her as I had for him, desperate love. I would've gone sooner if I wasn't so afraid that Grindewald would soon forget me if I left. Then your mother got pregnant, gave birth to you, a wonderful child who looked just like her except for the eyes, you have your fathers eyes, but, she did not survive" he explained and you could tell that by him reliving this story it brought a teer to his eye, but you just stared in the mirror wondering how similar you must look to your mother.
"And dad?" You pressed on
"Heartbroken, he went insane with the pressure of your mothers death he became more and more obsessed with these objects, so I had to take you before you got hurt".